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Songs about african americans, Songs with piano

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VP_001240 Verse 1Met a little picka ninny, Wand'ring down the street one day, Looking so forlorn and lonely, Seemed that he had lost his way. Someone asked him what his name was, This little tot with kinky head, Looking up with his big brown eyes, This is what he said: Chorus 1Ev'rybody calls me honey, Don't know why they do, Maybe it's because my Mammy calls me honey too; Ain't been around any honey bees, 'Fraid that they might sting me, Still ev'rybody calls me honey, You can call me honey too. Verse 2When a little bit o' fellow, Folks said he was like a rose, Wondered what they ought to call him, Even Mammy didn't know; From his eyes the sunbeams peepin', Told of a disposition sweet, That's the reason he'll tell you this, Should you ever meet.

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